What kind of move is the best thingFor leaving you in the I don't knowYou can leave the best of a cool nestBut there's no master plan when you goYou hear the swearing and the laughterSmoke coming in from the neighbors next door

My Christina had the toughest set of lungsShe could out sing anyoneShe'd have them up on the small floor dancingAnyone knew anyoneI hate to be leaving in the middle of thisWhat can I say but

This city is chorded there's rhythm in the trafficSpokes in the wheels wherever you goI'm just one exception to be sitting hereTrying to carve out some kind of a home

Everyone around here lets their cats looseTo control the miceIt's the kind of neighborhood with a few broken down housesBut it's kinda nice

Going through photos of places you've beenThe places you partIt's the packing and the moving that really holds onTo the rungs of a lonely heart

Just when you think it's overSomething new beginsSomewhere in the grander scheme of schemingJust when you think you're stepping outThat's when you're stepping inIt leaves you open windowed and ever dreaming